Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.